>"Breakfast." he answers.
>You let Archer retrieve and hand the food to you, before sitting crosslegged on the table and beginning to nom. He raises an eyebrow as you do this, but doesn't comment on your mannerisms.
>"You know the risk level terms we use don't really apply to the corporation itself, right?"
>"Well the day's just started, we might get a meltdown soon, plus we'll have the Dawn Ordeal to deal with in an hour or so. The Sefirot are predicting Green today."
>You shudder a bit at the memory.
>You continue.
>"Nothing, really. Extraction just had their department expanded with a new WAW-class. Another magical girl by the looks of it." he frowns, "As if having one wasn't bad enough."
>"Robots." he says flatly.
>"Well, in this department alone you have your nextdoor neighbor the butterfly man, as well as Judgement Bird and a shelter that will probably cause chaos across the entire facility if one of us used it."
>You keep munching, speaking between bites.
>"Oh, trust me, this place is anything but boring. In fact, I think a bit of boredom would actually be welcome here considering the shit we do on a daily basis."
>"By making its surroundings as dangerous as possible so that it can fulfil its purpose of being the 'Safest Place on Earth'..." he frowns, "I'll let you put two and two together on what that implies..."
>"ALEPH is our highest risk level. Anything higher than it would just be considered an even stronger ALEPH."
>You hope you could interact with your neighbors somehow. Additionally, you feel pleased about the possibility of getting some scrap metal to work with.
>"I'll tell Alyssa." he answers, "The Sephirah shouldn't be bothered over something minor like that..."
>Bigger and better how? Making the bullets bigger? Making the shots more dense? Both? Something else entirely?
>You write out the card...
>You flop on the bed.
>As you lay there, you decide to play with radiation emission from your control rod, firing a small gamma ray burst towards the ceiling.
>In theory, you could emit radio waves, but you're unsure if you'd be able to do so precisely enough for a secret message.
>You do not.
>Pure Hydrogen and Helium make up a very small percentage of the atmosphere, so probably not. Fusing anything heavier than those two like Oxygen and Nitrogen would be risky considering the amount of concentration, temperature, and pressure needed to do so.
//Remember to include the ">". Good thing this was clearly meant to be a command, but if it were more ambiguous it might not have gotten parsed without the ">".
>You wait and within moments Alyssa enters the room. She hastily makes her way over to the console and types in several buttons in quick succession before placing her hand on the panel, lining it up with the picture. A green line sweeps over the panel before a small beep is heard and the glass cover swings open.
>"Hello again." she replies.
>"It vents the negative energy buildup caused by processing too much Enkephalin at once. It also regulates the release of Qliphoth Deterrence and the power to the containment chamber's systems." Alyssa explains.
>"Attachment. And you don't mean on me, do you?"
>"Ask whoever designed this place." Alyssa frowns, "Though if I were to guess it's to boost energy production by increasing the amount of times agents are sent to the containment units. Abnormalites don't produce any Enkephalin without the presence of a human in their containment, after all."
>"When too much Enkephalin is being processed by the facility at once, it causes a negative energy buildup that can affect almost any of the containment units. There are a couple of units that are immune to it, but those are special cases."
>"Not that I know of."